Kevin Thomason

Ledger of Joseph

…he left numbering; for it was without number.
Genesis 41:49

Forget how ears and kine were counted
to seven plenties and seven famines:
we always worry what might happen—
wind-raw stalks and pecks of drought,
a blackleg and a bloated herd.
What skill can solve a scry of dreams?
He couldn’t conjure from slain sheep,
augured no clutters of blackbirds.
The mean of true and false, he learned
was miracle. In ledgers dreamt,
he tallied pharaoh, god, and myth,
foretold how lack blooms the yields
abundance blinds us to. Remember,
his brothers bound the boy away.
He’d slept and seen their sheaves lain,
seen them dimmed among the splendor
of heaven. From the pit that gaped
his family’s lie, certain now the art
of being right, he summed the stars
until a figure took its shape.

Kevin Thomason received his MFA from McNeese State University. He currently lives in St. Catharines, ON, where he is pursuing a PhD in Interdisciplinary Humanities at Brock University. His homeplace is Memphis, TN. This is his first print publication.

(Read Jordan Windholz’s introduction to this poem in out Contributors’ Marginalia blog series)